I'm calling this the waffle death march!
Its a long weekend.....i really wanted to sleep in.....go have breaky at Nona's, lay in the sun and then do my 18km. What I should have done was get up at 6am...do my walk, then do the breaky and sun bath things.
By 3pm my fatigue had set in and i was still feeling very full from breakfast.........yes, i had waffles. I normally get scrambled eggs but nope, today of all days....i change and decide on waffles, chocolate fudge and marshmellows 😲🤗😍 all soooo naughty but soooo good.
I got all my gear on and headed out. I was going to walk the path for the half marathon. ( note to self ....dont do this again as pavement was terrible ) My first km felt terrible. I felt like i had bricks in my shoes. Try as i might, i couldnt get any speed up....and it progressively got worse. At 4km, my breakfast made a hasty return. Ummm thats embarrassing and all i could do was grab a lamp post and hope it was not going to be to messy.
I carried on and just gave up stressing about the time. I just wanted it over and done. I had Alf and Karen go past me....toot tooting and a big wave. Alf is just back from Mexico competing at the world triathlon. Now he is an inspiration.
When I got out to Runaway Bay, I wasnt sure where to go so I followed the walkway around the beach. It went on to a wooden broadwalk that took me around to flash appartments. It was really pretty along there, lots of people fishing. I ran out of walkway before making 9km...so i knew i would have to do a loop near home to add in the missing km.
The walk home didnt get any better, but at least its over and out of the way now.
I even went and soaked in the spa. Had it all to myself too.
So this will be my worst walk todate. 18km in 1.59 ugh